The headquarters of the Alchemists' Guild is located in the central area.
In fact, large-scale supernatural organizations such as the Witcher Guild, the Astrologers Guild, and the Holy See of Light are all located in the central area.
On the way, Yang Cheng chatted with Master Morton about supernatural powers.
Although alchemists are known for their eccentricities, they can be quite talkative when it comes to their areas of expertise.
Yang Cheng looked at Morton's hand, where the mark of the array was engraved.
"I used to think that alchemists were generally not good at fighting, but rather at making all sorts of strange and unusual things."
But Master Morton, you seem to be quite skilled in combat against superhumans, and even capable of instantly casting formations.
Yang Cheng's judgment was not based on Morton's actions yesterday, but on his status as a special advisor to the Western District Police Department.
If Morton wasn't good at fighting, Grace wouldn't have hired him as a special advisor.
Otherwise, wouldn't I be betraying my old friend?
Morton stroked his unkempt beard and said, "Most alchemists are indeed not very good at fighting. Although they possess extraordinary power, they prefer to seek the origin of the world through alchemy."
However, in the face of various bizarre supernatural events and other extraordinary individuals, it's always good to have some power of one's own.
So don't underestimate alchemists. Although they may not be good at fighting, if given the opportunity to unleash their extraordinary power, the destructive force they can cause is astonishing.
As for instant-cast formations, that's actually a last resort, and it comes at a price.
Morton unfolded his sleeve, revealing his entire right arm covered in dense arrays, some of which were tinged with black and even covered in livid spots.
Some areas appear to be frozen solid, while others show signs of being scorched by fire.
Morton said casually, "There is an ironclad rule in alchemy, which is the principle of equivalent exchange: you get what you give."
Even the most skilled alchemist needs time to inscribe and set up an array, but if you inscribe it on your body and become part of the array, you can cast it instantly.
I paid the price of having my body constantly tormented by the array in exchange for the ability to instantly cast arrays. It's fair.
I am not an alchemist who came from an ivory tower. In the early days, I even formed a hunting party with witchers to earn money to support the expenses of alchemy research.
No hunting party would accept a weak alchemist if they lack combat skills.
This isn't surprising; some alchemists are even willing to pay a much higher price for greater power.
Yang Cheng nodded in agreement, then suddenly said, "Why do I feel that alchemy and the sacrifice of evil gods are so similar? They both involve paying a price to gain power."
Morton shook his head and said, "It's different. Cooperating with an evil god is more like a transaction. The effort and the reward are not equal. An evil god will not make a loss-making purchase."
The principle that you reap what you sow is an ironclad rule, but the essence of alchemy lies in understanding, decomposing, and reconstructing.
The essence of alchemy is still knowledge; if you cannot understand power, you naturally cannot construct it.
As the two talked, the carriage arrived at the central district, in front of the Alchemist's Association.
The central area and the dilapidated western area are like two completely different worlds.
The place is filled with tall and imposing buildings, luxurious courtyards, wide and clean streets, and elegantly dressed and polite pedestrians.
Within a single city, the difference is like heaven and earth.
The Alchemist's Guild's building is quite interesting; from a distance, it looks like a giant flask.
Yang Cheng glanced around and saw crowds coming and going at the entrance of the Alchemist Association, most of whom were either rich or noble.
In the Assyrian kingdom, alchemists and astrologers were arguably the two most successful professions, especially the former.
In Yang Cheng's view, the profession of alchemist can be described as a jack-of-all-trades, proficient in various aspects.
Some alchemists are skilled in pharmacology and can create a variety of medicines to treat injuries, as well as medicines that target various aspects of the human body, such as rejuvenation and aphrodisiacs. As long as you need it, there is no alchemist that cannot make it.
Others are skilled at manufacturing all sorts of strange and unusual machines, and there are also cars driven by array formations. These strange and unusual gadgets are quite popular among young nobles and wealthy people.
Of course, most alchemists are quite serious; they pursue the study of the world's fundamental power, and some alchemists even create things that are somewhat terrifying.
For example, there are those who specialize in biological alchemy, even human alchemy, and some who specialize in the soul; in short, all sorts of people.
Yang Cheng followed Morton into the Alchemist's Guild. Inside, there were countless alchemists and young people helping them carry all sorts of materials.
These young people cannot be called alchemists; they should be called alchemists, and some are even apprentices.
Only those who pass the Alchemist Guild's examination and complete an alchemical work on their own can be considered alchemists.
Morton seems to be quite famous in the Alchemists' Guild, and many passing alchemists greet him.
At this moment, an alchemist, who was holding a book and staring intently at it, with a disheveled and dirty appearance and even tangled hair, walked straight towards Yang Cheng.
Yang Cheng had already dodged a step, but he was still taking a wrong turn. If Yang Cheng let go any further, he would run into Morton.
"Master, please look at the road."
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